"I say, Leicester, give it up—it's not right."
Leicester shrugged his shoulders.
"Even if you succeeded it would be——"
"You mean that I am not worthy of her?"
"You know that yourself."
Leicester laughed.
"You see you rush to whisky the moment you get back."
"Well, she knows all about it."
"How?"
"You told her—and you told her father too."